Why can't I stop my dreams from using the towns that I grew up in as backdrops?
I really hate those crappy little towns. I don't go there. I don't live there. My childhood family has all passed away. I have no desire to be there at all. My real life is now a happy dream and yet when I go to sleep and dream, it's those places that I go, off to that land of **** to be the kind of unhappy that I once was. WTF?